In a lounge of the Calligraphy and Painting Convention and Exhibition Center, Wei Jingmin, president of the Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Association, was talking with the two old men.

"Elder Chen, Elder Huang, you two old people haven't come to us for several years to guide the work, right?" Wei Jingmin said with a smiling face.

"Yes, think about it, it's been almost five years, time flies so fast, we're all almost seventy!"

Chen Lao's name is Chen Yongtai, who is the vice president of the National Calligraphy and Painting Association, and the other Huang Lao, Huang Shuisheng, is also the vice president of the National Calligraphy and Painting Association. One is good at calligraphy, and the other is good at painting. Both of them are the leaders of the national calligraphy and painting circles, and when it comes to them, everyone in the domestic calligraphy and painting industry knows about them.

"Old Chen, your old man must have brought good works this time, can we enjoy them?" Wei Jingmin asked with a smile

"Hehe, Jing Min, I did bring a work, but it was not my own work, but one of my friends. After Chen Yongtai finished speaking, he took out a work from the bag he was carrying.

He carefully opened it and spread it out on the table. When Wei Jingmin and others saw this work, they were attracted by this wonderful calligraphy.

"How about you take a look at this work?" Chen Yongtai asked everyone with a smile.

Wei Jingmin and others looked at this work, and no one made a sound for a long time. I saw this work, the calligraphy is elegant, the majestic is amazing, the gesture is indulgent and bold, one stroke, occasionally not connected, but the pulse is constantly open.

"Old Chen, this ...... Is this Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Festival"?" Wei Jingmin asked in a low voice.

"It's too similar, I have seen Mi Fu's imitation of the "Mid-Autumn Festival" in the Beijing Museum, this work is exactly the same as Mi Fu's imitation. Then a man spoke.

"Old Chen, you can cut this work to me. A fat man spoke.

In fact, the people who can surround Chen Yongtai are either high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen, so there is never a shortage of rich people around Chen Yongtai.

"Old Shen, this time it's not good, this is my little friend gave it to me, how can I cede it? Besides, this is the first work written by my little friend and gave it to me, of course I have to treasure it!"

Chen Yongtai's old Shen is called Shen Licheng, a well-known wealthy businessman in Beijing, he and Chen Yongtai have been good friends for many years, and he has also collected a lot of Chen Yongtai's works. When he saw this masterpiece in front of him, he became a collector.

Seeing Chen Yongtai say this, Shen Licheng died of his heart to collect this work, so he asked: "Old Chen, where are your little friends, can you introduce him, so that I can get to know him." ”

"Hehe, my little friend is now in Ningyang County, Huaijiang Province, and his name is Shangguan Chen. If you want to get acquainted with him, you can go to Ningyang County to find him, but if he doesn't give you face, it's hard to say. ”

"Yes, I know Xiaochen, he never likes to be in the limelight, and he will not sell his works casually. The reason why Chen Lao took out this work for everyone to enjoy is to tell everyone that in the calligraphy world, there are many talents, and there are successors in the calligraphy industry. ”

Huang Shuisheng took Chen Yongtai's words and introduced Shangguan Chen.

Chen Yongtai's eyes fell on that work, and he seemed to remember the scene when he met Shangguan Chen again.

That year, he and Huang Lao Huang Mingzhi returned to Rongcheng from the capital, and a Shangguan Chen who went to Rongcheng to study at the Baoguo Railway Station came. Shangguan Chen took the initiative to give up his soft sleeper to him on the soft sleeper.

And along the way, he also took care of the two elderly people warmly and thoughtfully. At first, the two old men thought that Shangguan Chen was a child of a rich family, but judging from his dress, it didn't seem like it. During the conversation, when they learned that Shangguan Chen's family background was so declining and poor, and even the ticket to school was given to him by his fellow villagers, the two old men sighed.

But what makes them feel gratified is that this child who came out of the poor mountainous area has a wide range of interests and hobbies, which must be inseparable from the usual well-read and diligent study. They talked excitedly all the way, from history to philosophy, from philosophy to Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism, and then to calligraphy and painting.

What surprised the two old men even more was that when Chen Yongtai took a painting and gave it to Shangguan Chen to appreciate, Shangguan Chen actually commented appropriately and had a unique insight. The two old men felt more and more cute about Shangguan Chen, so much so that they regarded him as their little friend.

Just before the Spring Festival that year, when Shangguan Chen took a calligraphy work he wrote and went to Chen Yongtai for comment, he was so surprised that he couldn't put it down. If the chance encounter on the train made him feel Shangguan Chen's cuteness, then when he saw this calligraphy work, Shangguan Chen became more and more cherished and concerned in his heart.

When Shangguan Chen proposed to him to borrow 300,000 yuan to start a logistics company, he agreed without hesitation. and also introduced his friends to Shangguan Chen, and even asked his son to help Shangguan Chen, which is also one of the reasons why Sifang Logistics Company quickly began to take shape.

"Old Chen, how about I pay 500,000 yuan to buy this work?" A heavy voice interrupted Chen Yongtai's memories, which made Chen Yongtai come out of his memories.

"I'm sorry, no matter how much money you pay, I can't sell it. Chen Yongtai looked at the man in front of him and said.

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Chen has already said that he will not sell it, so don't entangle it anymore. Besides, in the afternoon, the organizing committee will select 10 calligraphy and 10 paintings for auction, and you can also participate in the exhibition. ”

Wei Jingmin relieved Chen Yongtai, this Jin general is called Jin Qiangde, and he is also a wealthy businessman. When I'm not working, I like to collect celebrity calligraphy, paintings and antiques.

"Old Chen, I think it's almost time, we might as well go to the exhibition hall and have a look, maybe we can find good works and talents?"

When Wei Jingmin was talking to Jin Jingde just now, he looked at the time, and it was almost nine o'clock now, so he made this suggestion.

"Well, I think we want to go to the exhibition hall to have a look, and our mission is to discover talents, to find good works. ”

Chen Yongtai happily responded.

When Chen Yongtai and Huang Shuisheng were about to walk out of the lounge accompanied by Wei Jingmin, a person walked in from outside and said to Chen Yongtai excitedly: "Old Chen, just now I found a work written by a person in my exhibition hall, which is very similar in style to the "Mid-Autumn Festival" you showed me. ”

When Chen Yongtai heard this, he hurriedly widened his eyes and asked, "Is it true?"

When the man nodded, Chen Yongtai immediately said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look." ”